REAPER SCANS
THE S-CLASS HUNTER DOESN’T WANT TO BE A VILLAINOUS PRINCESS
[Translator – Woni]
[Proofreader – Leef]
Chapter 42
[Tower Trial – 3rd Floor]
Your feelings for each of the male lead candidates vary greatly!
Though your feelings can’t be helped, that doesn’t mean theirs should remain uncertain! Moreover, you need to respect the original plot.
Clear Condition: Reach 600 favorability with Isir Von Ramdisha.
Clear Reward: Clear the 3rd floor of the Tower.
Failure: Fail to return to your original world.
Every word she read was revolting, but the last sentence was the worst.
Moreover, you need to respect the original plot? Are you kidding me?
Renee’s eyes shot daggers at the quest window.
There’s already a designated male lead, and now I have to like that person? I never had a choice to begin with.
[The <Evil Blood Lord> is walking on eggshells!]
[The <Queen of Tides and Remedy> tries blowing soap bubbles for you with concerned eyes.]
[The <Temptation Monarch> asks which succubus you’d like him to send you.]
The constellations’ efforts to comfort her were futile. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. This wasn’t the first time the system had toyed with her, but this crossed the line.
You want to play games with someone’s feelings? Then why did you make me choose male lead candidates? Three of them, at that! What, were the rest meant to be groomsmen? Did you want me to take it all back now after I’ve given them enough affection?
“Hey, are you okay?”
Renee took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and turned her head.
“I’m fine.”
"You look down," Kirill remarked, giving her a doubtful look.
He knows how to read people now, apparently.
“Don’t worry about it,” she dismissed. “How’s the favor I asked going?”
“Oh, that.” He shrugged. “Why are you asking me to look into the prince all of a sudden? I thought you said you let go of him.”
About that... I’m not doing this because I want to, okay? Renee avoided his eyes.
“Hey, don’t tell me…”
“It’s not what you’re concerned about,” she interrupted. “I’m just looking into it for the contract relationship.”
“It’s still weird how many details you want from him—his hobbies, specialties, type… What do you even need this for? Especially in a contract relationship?”
I have to get his favorability up to 600, you see.
Renee pulled up Isir’s status window.
<Status Window>
Name: Isir Von Ramdisha
House: Imperial Family of the Ramdisha Empire
…
Favorability: 357
Let’s see... I just have 243 left to go.
A dark shadow loomed over her face. Seeing her progress in numbers made the task feel even more hopeless.
I don’t even know how I got to 357 in the first place!
"You’re not starting that hopeless crush again, are you?" Kirill asked, looking pale.
“Are you crazy? I have eyes, you know.”
"You didn’t have them for at least five years," he deadpanned.
Goddamn, you really had a long-lasting crush. Renee shook her head in exhaustion.
“He’s not my type anymore.”
“Then who is?”
Umm, that question’s too hard. My type? My type is…
[The <Evil Blood Lord> perks his ears.]
[The <Queen of Tides and Remedy> perks her ears.]
[The <Temptation Monarch> perks his ears.]
Gross. I’m not gonna think about it. She gave up on the spot.
“Why do you want to know? Hurry up and tell me what you found.”
"That’s suspicious," Kirill muttered, narrowing his eyes.
“Why do you even care about someone else’s type? Worry about your own romance, Kirill.”
“Y-you..! My romance is going just fine!”
“You were a total dweeb at the party yesterday, though.”
All the ladies say you have nothing going for you besides your face, body, house, and swordsmanship. Who even says, ‘Do you wanna go for a round?’ when asking for a dance, huh? What is this, a sparring match?
“I’m not a dweeb!”
“Alright, alright. Our little Kirill’s not a dweeb, suuure.”
Flustered, Kirill hurriedly changed the topic.
“You… you just wait…”
Guess you’re aware you’re a dweeb, huh?
[The <Evil Blood Lord> asks how a dweeb can make fun of someone else for being a dweeb.]
Shush, Gramps. You haven’t dated in a millennium.
“First of all… the prince’s type is pretty clear.”
“Really? That guy?” Renee tilted her head. She hadn’t expected Isir to have a type at all.
“Someone who benefits him politically.”
...Of course. What else did I expect? She sighed.
“Why are you sighing?! I went out of my way to find this!”
“It’s nothing. Good work, little Kirill.”
“Stop treating me like a kid! I’m older than you!”
“Aww, sure.”
She leaned back on her chair with a lukewarm response.
Political benefit, huh? I’m not interested in that kind of thing, though.
"I don’t know what’s going on, but it looks like you need something from the prince. Why hold back?" Kirill asked.
She stared at Kirill with a confused expression.
“You know, that specialty of yours.”
“What?”
“The secret to becoming a top elite class swordmaster. You still have that up your sleeve.”
“Oh,” she rolled her eyes. I forgot about that.
“There are way too many people who would give you their life for that one thing. It could help the prince if you’re smart with it.”
“But you know that’s not something I can use so easily.”
“You shouldn’t be a top elite class if you can’t even handle that.”
Look at you. Renee smiled in amusement. Our little Kirill has changed. He’s valiant now.
“What are you laughing about?”
“Wanna do it again? You could be a swordmaster if you go through that again.”
[The <Evil Blood Lord> focuses on Kirill Makius with excitement!]
Kirill stiffened. “Don’t say that.”
[The <Evil Blood Lord> sulks heavily!]
Oof. Renee reached out and ruffled his hair. Right. It’s not easy, after all. Don’t be too sad, Gramps. You know it’s rough. I wouldn’t be able to do it again if you told me to, either.
That was right—there was a reason why Renee couldn’t use her trump card.
The skill that had made Kirill into a top elite-class swordmaster was, in fact, the Blood Cult’s legendary technique, infamously known as the most dreadful spell of all—
<Ultimate Bloodforge Technique> LV. 999!
It was supposed to be cast with human blood… but I’m too squeamish for that. I had to learn how to neutralize the skill just to be able to use it.
The alternative was to use animal blood. With the blood of a monster from her past life, she had cast the spell on Kirill.
But the problem with this technique wasn’t just the blood—it was the extreme pain. The agony followed the subject through every step of the process. They had no choice but to endure it until the very end. Stopping midway meant death.
And not many can endure that pain.
Even those who survived faced a brutal recovery process.
The spell only worked after weeks of intense training from the <Evil Blood Lord> himself. If Kirill hadn’t possessed both talent and grit, he would have died like all the others before him. Renee clicked her tongue at the thought.
“Still, you have to let at least one person know. Or else your credibility—and—mine will be lost,” Kirill said firmly.
Renee didn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong. Ever since the party, people had been growing suspicious of her again because she’d been too quiet. She could see it in the system messages.
[Your renown is steadily decreasing… current renown: -243]
[Your renown is steadily decreasing… current renown: -244]
<Status Window>
Name: Renee Makius
House: Traditional Military Lineage, Makius Dukedom
Renown: -244
I’d barely made it to -243, and now it’s dropping just because I left for a few days?
“It doesn’t matter who,” Kirill pressed. “You need to find someone who can handle it. Do you have anyone in mind?”
“As if they’d exist. I don’t even know anyo—”
Renee stopped mid-sentence.
There was someone.
Kirill noticed her hesitation. “Wait—you do? Who? Who is it? Are they stronger than me? Which bastard is it?!”
“Wrong.”
“What?”
“It’s not a dude.”
A slow, evil grin stretched across Renee’s lips.
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[Translator – Woni]
[Proofreader – Leef]
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In the training grounds of Princess Idin’s Ramos Castle, a pitiful sacrificial lamb felt an itch in her ear.
“Commander?”
A Silver Eagle knight cautiously approached.
“What?” Arwen looked at the rookie knight in annoyance—only to pause at his troubled expression.
“Y-you have a guest.”
“Turn them away.”
She rejected him without hesitation. It wasn’t unusual for uninvited guests to seek her out. As Idin’s right hand, she was constantly being asked for favors.
“I-it’s… I tried, but her status is a bit…”
Arwen frowned. “What?”
“I-it’s the ducal princess…”
Blood instantly drained from Arwen’s face. She spun around in terror.
Her guest cheerfully waved.
“Hey, you! What are you doing? I have a guest!”
Shit!
Arwen shoved the knight away and rushed over.
“What brings you here, Your Grace?” she asked cautiously.
“Am I somewhere I shouldn’t be?” Renee tilted her head.
Yes. Yes, you are! Arwen clenched her jaw.
“This is Princess Idin’s territory,” she said stiffly. “And Lady Makius... you’re His Highness’s l-lover!”
“I can’t believe I’m being called someone’s lover,” Renee muttered under her breath.
In hindsight, being called a ‘crazy murder monster’ or ‘lunatic’ was better.
“Pardon?”
“Never mind.” Renee brushed it off. “I’m here today to see you, not Her Highness. So that doesn’t matter. You’re you, and the princess is the princess.”
Arwen blinked. No one had ever said such a thing to her ever since becoming Idin’s knight commander. It was nonsensical.
The princess is the princess, and I’m me?
She had lived her life as Idin’s tool, and the idea that someone could separate the two was foreign to her.
“Then what… business do you have with me…?” Arwen finally asked.
It was her best attempt at saying, What does someone as terrifying as you want with me?
“You get straight to the point. I like it,” Renee said with a grin.
Then, with zero hesitation, she dropped a bombshell.
“I heard the Princess can’t use any weapons. And that’s her greatest weakness.”
Arwen stood in silence, her entire body tensing.
It was a fact known throughout the empire, but no one dared say it aloud. No one except that damned Sedin Ansirad.
“So your existence is quite important,” Renee continued. “Your house is famous for making imperial heirs into emperors.”
“We did not make them emperors,” Arwen replied stiffly. “Those we chose simply ascended the throne.”
“Ah, so you all just had a good eye?” Renee’s lips curled with amusement. Her eyes gleamed with interest.
“But you know...” she mused. “This time, you might’ve chosen wrong.”
Arwen was struck speechless. She could only stare at Renee with wide eyes.
“I’m going to make it that way.”
Arwen struggled to find her voice. “What… do you want from me?”
“You asked Sedin what you needed to do to stay alive, didn’t you?”
Did you think I would miss that? Renee tilted her head. Sometimes, I get the feeling this girl underestimates me a bit too much.
“...Will you spare me?” she asked hesitantly.
“I will.”
Her eyes widened, but this time out of slight relief.
“But.”
The amusement in Renee’s eyes vanished. In its place was something far more dangerous.
“There’s something I need you to do for me.”
Arwen stared at her, breath hitching. She recognized that look.
It was madness.
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